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You might be curious about what kind of person makes a good escort. This is a question many entering the profession consider, as it’s not suitable for everyone.

These ladies come from diverse backgrounds. Some are high-class individuals with private school educations, including those who have studied at prestigious universities like Cambridge and Oxford. Others hail from council estates and have experienced the harsher realities of life. Many come from Europe or Brazil, bringing with them fascinating cultural stories that are often unimaginable in Britain. Additionally, there are Russian and Eastern European ladies whose families still carry the communist ideology of past generations.

The profession is a melting pot of experiences, leading to intriguing conversations.

Not all of these ladies are single; some are in relationships or married. They expertly separate their professional and personal lives, which can be quite challenging and often leads to month-long breaks for rebalancing.

While striking looks and an attractive figure are vital for attracting clients, equally important are the skills of engaging conversation, a cheerful demeanor, and the ability to connect with a wide range of people from various cultures.

A top 24hr escort in London must genuinely enjoy interacting with others and sometimes adopt a performance role. There are days when everyone struggles with motivation, but escorts must consistently appear enthusiastic and entertaining for their clients, even when facing personal challenges. This ability to maintain a captivating and enjoyable persona, despite difficulties, is a hallmark of a professional escort, and many such individuals can be found here.

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What a miserable and wet day here in Mayfair, far from yesterday. The sun was shining and beautiful, but we were in England, I suppose. I did think about taking a trip down to Oxford Street to see my sister, but the size of the raindrops falling into the puddles convinced me that staying indoors was a better option.

And what a good job too! I received an in-call from Marcus at 11.30 a.m. asking if I was at home as he desperately needed to see me, and I was all too eager to a) have the company and b) know his fetish for women’s shoes, have him come over and help me. Maybe he could persuade me to keep some and donate others to my auction. By the way, I’ve decided to do that on the last Friday of the month – the 27th – to allow for payday and credit card payments.

Marcus hurried over from Bayswater in a taxi. As he shook out his umbrella, he complained about how the stormy weather was disrupting his bike rides. “I just don’t trust these London drivers!” he exclaimed while bounding up the stairs to my apartment. “They’re absolute maniacs!” I expressed my sympathy, handed him a mug of my finest coffee, and pointed him towards the cupboard.

You’d have thought it was his birthday the way he dove into my collection of shoes. He dropped to his knees and eagerly rummaged through the boxes like a thirsty traveller discovering an oasis. For a solid ten minutes, he hardly said a word.

Together, we sorted through my shoe cupboard, lovingly assessing each pair in preparation for the auction. We separated the shoes I wore from those I definitely wouldn’t wear again, and I let Marcus keep a couple for those lonely nights. In return, he insisted I grab my coat because it was past lunchtime, and he wanted to treat me to something delicious from a celebrity restaurant. With my Burberry Mac and designer umbrella in hand, how could I possibly say no? I consider myself quite lucky as an escort! 

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I love going to the races. Something is exciting about Royal Ascot and Ladies Day (I have tickets this year for 21st June!) in a wide-brimmed-hat-and-suede-shoes kind of way. Half the fun (apart from betting) is celebrity spotting and seeing who came the best and worst dressed. The tabloids can’t possibly love it half as much as I do.

Tomorrow, I am off to Epsom in Surrey for a private hospitality event. I’m being chauffeured there and back by Clive, my well-to-do horsey friend. Clive and his friends breed thoroughbred racehorses and race them publicly and privately for vast sums of money. Put it this way: I couldn’t put a “tenner on each way” in that circuit.

Clive and I met at Newmarket last August. I was sipping Pimms with a group of fellow 24-hour Companions. We weren’t drawing attention to ourselves in any way, but, as if by magic, the waiter came over and presented us with three bottles of champagne. As we followed his gaze across the room, we spotted a group of gentlemen (a direct ratio of them to us) laughing and joking together. One of them raised a glass to us, and we waved gaily back. Within ten minutes, we chatted away like old friends and went to dinner with them back in London at Wild Honey on St George’s Street.

A few tips for horse racing

We were all incredibly pampered, and Clive seemed to favour me. While we don’t spend much time together, whenever he needs a stunning brunette to accompany him to an event, I get the call. In the meantime, I’ve picked up a few horse-racing terms and tips to ensure I’m well-informed if the topic arises. It’s all about learning, after all!

With my knowledgeable client, I’m sure to place a few bets that will pay off, and Clive knows he has a good chance with me.

So, if you’re looking for a special companion in London to join you at the races, our ladies certainly know how to dress to impress. They will capture attention with their elegance and charm, and who knows, they might even bring you some good fortune at the races.